Luke: Mom? I smell fire.
Me: Yup, right over there - they cut down those trees.
Luke: Oh! Why?
Me: So they can build a house.
Luke: Oh. ... What do the trees say about that?
Me: Well... I'm sure they don't like it.
Luke: Yeah. ... I'm glad they didn't cut down our trees. ... Hey Mom? When can we cook marshmallows?